Overflow

Just to get a grip of things
I grew my hands bigger
so they could satisfy
Now they're so huge that all
the things slipS to my hngers
I'II never learn Will I?
What do I love most
Materia or the ghost?
Once I knew
It all seems so tar away
What about the time
had everything in mind
Is it true that everything
fades to grey?
I'm a thin and weightless cloud
trying to move mountains
swimming against the stream
Got a bag too big to bare
stuffed with lies 'n
stupid fears
What if we're stuck down here?
What do I admire
Independence or desire?
for the liar truth
simply overflows
What if I am right?
What if I am wrong?
One more lie and I Will
die of an overdose
I'm so fed up With images
that I'm prepared to
crark the mirror
just to get the real thIng
..give me something that
lasts...